Category: Friends (Page 1 of 9)


The longer the past week dragged on the harder it got to make it to the end of each day *yawn*. The beacon on the horizon was the visit of Mung and the boys, who stayed in the caravan on Saturday night. Mung has only met Small DB once, and she was so tiny then that she barely peeped the entire time he was here.

Things are different now. He now holds the record (besides the nana) of the person who Small DB has willingly stayed with the longest. She very much enjoyed him holding her as they watched M push the boys and Small Z up and down the footpath in the billy cart at some ungodly hour this morning. Have I mentioned that Small DB got her two top teeth through last Thursday?!

Oh my gosh. She doesn’t cry or whinge, but her poor little bum got so red raw that she has spent the last two days sitting nude from the waist down near the heater. Small Z and I raced to lie her in the only sunbeams that we’ve seen, and that seemed to help – as did Hydrazole cream. Poor little thing. However, she was enchanted to be at home and yet surrounded by more people…

Small Z had a good time too, although she didn’t seem to realise she was three-years old, in comparison to the five-year old Otis and almost seven-year old Luka… Mostly it didn’t really matter.

Zoe and Otis in the tree
Billy Cart on Sunday Morning
Billy Cart on Sunday Morning
Billy Cart on Sunday Morning
Billy Cart on Sunday Morning

We headed up to Somers later in the morning and wandered along the beach, almost knee deep in seaweed and kelp. I found, without knowing what it was, a shark’s egg. I also found a beautiful tiny sea urchin. Small Z was interested to observe the boys play fighting with sticks and generally behaving like… um, boys. And thus challenged M to a swordfight with sticks.

M & Small DB
Shark Egg

We finished up at the lovely cafe, which isn’t quite so lovely when it’s crowded with lots of people, but still – they serve stylish beverages….

Somer's Cafe

…and bloody expensive chips.


I asked two playgroup mothers that I’ve become a bit chatty with to come over on Tuesday – that’s the day we usually go to playgroup, but it wasn’t on due to the long weekend.

So we had three mums and six little girls ranging from six months to four-and-a-half. We had a ball. The three older girls ran around playing hide and seek, trampolining, doing songs on the piano and making things with fabric, while we sat around with the littlies drinking tea. Very civilised. And they both live in streets a block or two from here – there’s hope for my social life (and Small Z’s!!)

Mini playgroup at home

Solo urban guerilla

Today I used one of my Mental Health Cards. My friend Jen was in town for Fair@Square over the past weekend.

This is what I woke up to…so cute!
Time to get up!!
She no longer looks quite so peachy – she split her lip at the park today 🙁

I drove – alone – into Collingwood via freeways and the back streets of Toorak and Richmond. It was brought home to me how long it had been since I had driven through those places that I used to go several times a week when I saw many well established trees…growing down the middle of Coppin Street. I suppose that’s what eight or ten years can do! I had never even seen them before.

Central Club Hotel - Richmond

Rach's house. The new paintjob

My lovely Jen was waiting for me and I took her out to Bluebird Espresso, about which I had read good things. We nattered and nattered and in the middle of that noshed on sublime food. After about 90 minutes I was given a further free pass by M, who called to say that Small D had fallen asleep and not to hurry back. Wooo!
Check out the brunch!
Divine brunch - Bluebird Espresso

I helped Jen get her myriad of boxes together, we took them to the post office and then I slalomed her through the city and deposited her out the front of the Skybus building an hour before her plane was due to leave. All good.

She is a wise friend. I may have mentioned this before once or twice. Her main pearl on this occasion? In response to my often mentioned whine about me having kidfree time means the boat build is prolonged…she jumped in where Karen and M have already been and said;
How are you even existing? Take one day a month – at LEAST – for your own time. Go to a park and read a book or hang out with a friend WITHOUT any kids around. You will feel better, and as a result, the family will function better – and the boat will probably get built faster, because there will be better energy buzzing around.

Basically, if mama ain’t happy – nobody’s happy. I’m going to do it. Why it has taken three different people to tell me this in various different ways, I am not sure. I have to focus more on the present and let the future take care of itself.

Small Z was gifted some gorgeous arm warmers:
Zoe's wrist warmers...
I miss you Jen – it was ace to catch up!!

A visitation…

It wasn’t until our visitors came on Sunday that I realised how very long it had been since we have had any. It was lovely. The fact that they threw some amazing presents at us was also good 😉 Look what I received!!

It’s a tin of crochet necessities and instructions. How thrilled am I!!? Am unsure of when I’ll actually get stuck into it, but probably when daylight savings departs… [eyeroll]

We had a Large Lunch. Some bubbly. Some hot beverages. And then Mrs H. and I shot off to our favourite haunt: The Vintage Shed. It is rare that purchases are made, but there is drooling aplenty.

Meanwhile Mr H and M took the Smalls and Master H out for a walk. They looked a bit shattered when we returned and more tea was required.

Mr H and the Smalls

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